I'm a newly retired middle school teacher, which means I most likely need some kind of psychological evaluation. Instead, my DH brought me the cutest little guy ever!! He is teaching me to relax. Slow down. Smell the tree stumps.
His mom is a stray Chihuahua. Dad was a love 'em and leave 'em type. We're thinking he was some sort of terrier. Rudy weighed in at 2.7 pounds our first vet visit, and I'm hoping he stays little. He's brilliant, of course, as are both my children and all of my grandchildren.
The Grand Princess and I awoke to survey the damage of the small but scary storm that hit last night about 8:30.
The storm made me wish we had the storm cellar spider free and clean with flashlights and drinking water and blankets. The lack of rain here in central Texas has helped create a lot of flying limbs. Fortunately, we only lost Internet power. (The tragedy of it all! No Netflix! The Grand Princess had to rely on movies we had on the iPod.)
While we were surveying the damage, the cows came back!
The GP knew these weren't the ones she had named. She started thinking of new names. But other distractions were on the agenda:
And we have been itching to paint the library.
I left out the glitter glue. I'd rather not think about it. It will mysteriously be missing tomorrow.